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Glitch is sitting in his office, surrounded by books and diaries, legs over the arm of the chair and head tilted in against the back. He looks asleep, but he isn't, eyes closed and enjoying the fire roaring in front of him.

He left a note for Wyatt in his room, telling him where he was. There's a letter addressed to both of them on the side table, Ambrose's neat script on the front. But he isn't going to open it until Wyatt gets here.

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Not too long after Cain's supposed end of his daily grind, there's a soft knock on the door to Glitch's and Ambrose's office. The door opens shortly after, as Wyatt's grown accustomed to being welcome enough a change of pace that neither of his lovers mind.

And if that isn't a strange concept, he isn't sure what is.

He walks inside, his footfalls soft on the polished floor, and kneels beside his lover. Placing his hand on his arm, he murmurs, "Sweetheart... I'm home."

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Glitch is smiling slightly when the door opens. Only one person would enter without knowing, so he knows exactly who it is. He leans his head in towards the footsteps, smiling wider without opening his eyes.

"Hello, there," he murmurs softly. "Ambrose left a letter for us. So I thought we could read it together."

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He frowns, intrigued. "I see no point in keeping us in suspense." He eyes the envelope on the desk, one of its corners temptingly peeking over the edge.

"You do the honors."

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Glitch grabs the envelope and opens it, unfolding the letter.

Dear Wyatt and Glitch,

I have written this in the hopes of saving all of us some awkward conversation and discussion. The other night, which I am not privy to, highlighted a lack of knowledge in both of you which I feel you should overcome together.

You need to learn about how to comfortably and safely have full penetrative sex without relying on me to do what needs doing.

You will find suitable texts in the shelves.

Stop blushing, there's nothing shameful about any of this.

Sincerely,
Ambrose.

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Wyatt's frown deepens as he reads on, some things from the night before now making perfect sense. The whispers in the bathroom, for one. Glitch not actually knowing how to...

Doesn't matter what Ambrose says, Wyatt's still blushing by the time he finishes reading. Blushing, and grinning wryly. "Shameful, no. Not at all."

He's already thinking of how he can make this up to Ambrose. He did help make last night a pleasantly memorable one, and Wyatt doesn't want to think how bad it could've gone without him.

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Glitch is slightly pink, because he hadn't wanted Wyatt to know that he'd had to cajole Ambrose into helping him last night because he had the niggling feeling something wasn't quite right.

"He certainly has a way of coming to the point, doesn't he?" He looks to Wyatt.

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"I don't mind, not at all. It's very good of him to help us out." He twines his fingers with Glitch's, brings his hand up for a kiss. "Now come on. It's about time we got properly educated."

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"He just... sort of barged in last night, said he was only doing this once and then I was standing by the bathroom door..."

He smiles at the kiss. "Yeah. I guess it is."

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"Then, since we want many more nights like that..." He stands up, and walks up to the book shelves, looking for 'suitable texts'.

"I mean, I'd like to help, if I can."

Rummaging takes just a few moments, before he's bringing back books to the desk and his lover.

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Glitch stays in the chair, figuring this way, he won't forget what's going on by the time he gets to the shelf.

He does get the bottle of wind out of the cooler under the desk and pours them both half a glass. "I wasn't sure what you'd feel like, so I grabbed something random."

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"Something random's fine by me." He hands one of the books to Glitch, takes one of them for himself and the glass with an appreciative sip before sitting down on the floor beside Glitch's chair. It's perfect, because Glitch makes a perfect headrest.

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Glitch giggles. He had been prepared to move to let Wyatt have the chair and sit on him, but this works.

"Okay... book. Let's see what we can find in here." He sips from his own glass and opens up the book, starting to skin the index.

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They sit in silence for a while, sipping wine and flipping through pages. Then, trying very valiantly to be objective about this, Wyatt clears his throat and starts reading out loud.

"'When engaging in anal intercourse, one needs but two things: ample lubrication, and a good amount of patience.' Lubrication, no problem. Patience, though... You find anything?"

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"I don't remember showing any patience," Glitch states, flicking through his book, reading pages as he goes. "How long was I gone? Long?"

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"Not at all." He frowns, and goes on, suppressing a cringe, "Says here we're dealing with very delicate tissues. That if you're not careful, you could cause damage."

Makes sense, he supposes. "You're supposed to relax the muscles before you shove anything in there. With, uh, your fingers or various sexual aids. Massaging, stretching."

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"Mm." Glitch takes another sip. "Well, I feel fine." He flicks and finally starts reading in earnest, finger dragging down the page.

"This one says that the only person who can judge how much preparation you need is you. Some people need a lot. Some don't. Well, not in so many words, but translated to not technical jargon."

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"Technical jargon doesn't make it any more fun to read." He tilts his head back with a smile. "You feel fine, huh?"

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"Uh huh. This says that insufficient preparation or lubrication can lead to aching, burning, sharp pain, bleeding or discomfort sitting or walking." He looks at Wyatt. "I don't have that. Any of it."

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"Huh. Let's not aim for that ever, all right? No matter how much I'd want to fuck you hard enough that you have trouble walking."

He reads on, sipping more wine, flipping through sections that make him cringe even more and hope it'll never come up ever in conversations.

But then, he finds something else, something rather more intriguing. "...huh. "

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"Oh, I couldn't walk last night. But this morning I felt fine."

Glitch reads in quiet for a bit long until Wyatt makes a sound. "Mm?"

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"There's a section on prostate stimulation."

He keeps reading.

"...huh. Apparently, a guy doesn't need any more stimulation to...you know. Theoretically."

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He says that and suddenly Glitch gasps, eyes wide with brief flashes of memory that don't feel like his own... even if it is in every way that matters.

"No. He doesn't," he murmurs. It could be either of them. He blinks and looks at Wyatt. "Hi! What were we talking about?"

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"Anal sex."

He tilts his head back, handing Glitch the book with his thumb where he was reading. "Here. Have a look."

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"Oh. That sounds like fun!"

He takes the book, laying it on top of the one he was already reading and scanning over the section. "Oooh, that sounds even more promising."

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He sips his wine, rolling it around in his mouth as he turns to better look at Glitch from his seat on the floor. He smiles, starting to like this research a bit more. "That's what I thought."